Chapter 1284: 1282 Chapter Supreme Lord is Born (Part 1)
The Supreme Lord’s technique of tempering was no small matter; it was a fusion of numerous ancient tempering methods, refined through a thousand hammers and a hundred refinings, without a single flaw.
Shi Xiaole wanted to grasp all the essence, removing the dross and preserving the pure, integrating it into his own tempering, which proved enormously challenging. For anyone else, it would be unthinkable.
The Immortal Palace was vast in size, filled with stone pillars standing erect everywhere, and the rich aura of life burst forth from the pillars, dispersing in all directions.
Shi Xiaole sat cross-legged next to a stone pillar, like a statue.
In the depths of his spiritual sea, various mysterious transformations were taking place, sometimes like a heavy hammer smashing down, sometimes like a blade chopping and an axe carving, and at other times like water dousing fire... Under such tempering, his spiritual sea became more radiant and pure, as intense as the sun.
At the same time, the martial arts of life and death were running wildly.
The aura of life was undoubtedly harder to come by than that of death.
In the past, Shi Xiaole relied on absorbing the aura of death for advancement, and the path of life was inevitably lagging behind, but now with the abundance of the aura of life gained, the levels of martial arts of life and death were constantly improving.
"The time left for this child is too short,"
"Born at an inopportune time."
Several gazes fell on Shi Xiaole, watched him for a moment, and then silently shook their heads.
If he had been born ten thousand years earlier, Shi Xiaole might have become their comrade-in-arms, qualified to participate in the ultimate final battle. As for now, at most, he would be cannon fodder.
Of course, it was already quite remarkable that a Holy Monarch could leave descendants.
The way of heaven is fair; martial artists who reach the Supreme Lord level inevitably produce descendants of exceptional talent, but correspondingly, they face extremely low fertility rates. Most Supreme Lords struggle to produde offspring.
...
In the vast expanse of the cosmic starry sky, numerous grand and magnificent eternal lights twinkled, with stars perishing and new ones being born every moment.
On one such gray-black star, a massive army assembled, each soldier wielding a blade, stretching as far as the eye could see, their combined murderous aura causing the very void to tremble.
In front of the army stood several towering, terrifying figures, whose presence caused the heavens and earth to continuously change—storms brewing, thunder striking, darkness engulfing—as if heralding the apocalypse, the cosmos on the verge of collapse.
"We have conquered ten out of the fifteen worlds. Five remain, and among them, four are tough nuts to crack, full of powerful experts, and we have saved them for the last. The one left is East Victory World, the one we plan to conquer this time,"
said a figure enshrouded in an invisible force field at the forefront.
"Hehe, the East Victory World overall is weak, but in critical moments, it always produces one or two genius individuals capable of turning the tide, like that Demon Ruler. We must not underestimate them,"
another person said with a laugh.
"No matter how big the fish, if it’s trapped all year in a small pond, it will gradually become weaker. Yan Zhizun, Shi Xuanzhong is also considered one of your Shi clan members. Can you kill him this time?"
The figure at the forefront turned his head, looking at a man to his right, who resembled a giant made of rock.
The rock-like giant snorted coldly: "He’s not of our bloodline, just a lower-class person fostered by the Shi clan. If we don’t kill him, we can’t wash away the shame of the Shi clan!"
"Hahaha, excellent! In the last great battle, the Outer Heaven Army was unprepared, but this time we have rallied the Supreme Lord forces from ten worlds. Gentlemen, let’s take down East Victory in one fell swoop, and then conquer the four great worlds. Posterity will forever remember our immortal achievements!"
With a wave of his hand, under the lead of the Supreme Lords, the mighty Outer Heaven Army proceeded into the interdimensional formation, disappearing into the Void Channel.
A world-shaking battle that would impact the pattern of the world for hundreds of thousands of years in the future was about to truly begin.
...
In the East Victory World, two and a half years had unknowingly passed since the battle of the abyss.
In these two and a half years, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had grown even more vigorous. In the mountains and fields, vegetation thrived and the chances of encountering precious natural treasures had greatly increased compared to the past.
The Martial World was replete with masters, and powerful figures emerged one after another, especially those warriors who had survived the abyss battle without dying, had made rapid progress and were now showing their prowess in all directions.
Everything seemed to prove that the grand martial arts era that countless warriors had long dreamed of had thoroughly arrived!
But on this day,
everyone in the East Victory World heard a clear, resounding sound in the sky, as if something had been shattered, gone in a flash.
Heavenly Desire Origin.
"After waiting for 160,000 years, this world has finally recovered to its past state, capable of accommodating us,"
the Dream Emperor murmured to himself, his voice reflecting nostalgia, joy, or perhaps sorrow.
"Such a hard-to-forget feeling, hehehe, I don’t want to stay in this broken place for a moment longer!"
The black mist forest suddenly stirred wildly and finally condensed into a black beam tens of thousands of feet thick, tearing open the sky; within the black beam, a figure burst into manic laughter.
In the Overlapping Land, all the Outer Heaven Demons stationed there, as well as the exploring warriors from East Victory, were horrified and looked up. Even though the black beam was far away, they still felt overwhelming fear.
"Let’s go too, they should all have come out by now,"
the Dream Emperor said.
"To see old friends again might be the only comforting thing at this moment,"
said another Supreme Lord indifferently.
Suddenly, two more unfettered and extreme auras rose from the Heavenly Desire Origin, no less intimidating than the previous black beam, shaking all directions of heaven and earth.
Soul Losing Hill.
An overcast sky and a dark earth, with a demonic wind sweeping through.
"In that battle long ago, my sect was wiped out, leaving only me. Now, after 160,000 years have passed in the blink of an eye, I will repay the debts of that year with a hundredfold the blood of the Outer Heaven Demons!"
His murderous aura was even more shocking than a level twenty tsunami, breaking through Soul Losing Hill in an instant, flooding over the world like a sweeping tempest. He was a being who was in no way inferior to the Heavenly Demons.
Looking up at the sky, the Heavenly Demon’s eyes were filled with battle intent, murderous intent, and an unstoppable determination.
On a distant mountain peak, the Giant Demon Heavenly King breathed deeply with his eyes closed. When he opened them, the world suddenly turned a bloody red, filled with destructive desires.
Apart from the three mentioned above, there were other powerful beings whose auras soared into the sky, one outstripping the other in extraordinary might.
Colorless Realm.
The Color Crossing Ship sailed silently.
In an instant, the calm limitless river suddenly roared loudly, a straight cut dividing the unpassable river surface neatly in two halves.
A figure slowly rose to the surface. His eyes had no pupils, and wherever he looked, became a world of resentful spirits, entangled with countless demons and ghosts.
"Heh heh, my path of curses is complete. I wonder how my father and my other brothers are faring."
Leaving behind these words, the figure vanished above the river.
Falling Star Gorge.
The sky was filled with stars, large and small, which occasionally exploded into destructive light, plunging into the surface of the earth with the flare of meteorites, stirring up a sky full of fiery and dusty chaos.
Yet in one place, as if endowed with an unparalleled magnificent power, any fragment of a shattered star approaching it would be repelled, unable to come within half an inch.
Crack.
The ground split apart to reveal a massive golden-red sarcophagus. As the lid opened, for a moment, the world seemed to turn into a furnace, and the void itself twisted into a twisted braid, shattering into dust.
Such destructive force, not even the mightiest leaders could match in a full-powered strike, could only be barely touched upon by Shi Xiaole. And yet, this was simply the aura leaking from the sarcophagus.
Even the Supreme Lords hidden in Falling Star Gorge cast their eyes towards it, their faces showing wariness. Some even bowed reverently, saying, "Congratulations to the Ancestor for gracing the world again."
In the era 160,000 years ago, the term ’Ancestor’ was not as frequently used as it is today, a title even Martial Emperors of the Void Origin Realm would claim for themselves. It was a taboo, under all the heavens only one person could be called the ’Ancestor’.
He was the one who personally created the first great terror in the world, the founder and sole ruler of the first generation of the Fire Stiff Palace, the progenitor of the Fire Stiffs!
By reputation, the progenitor of the Fire Stiffs was almost as illustrious as the Holy Monarch!
Rushing Sky Valley.
The aura of swords and sabers crisscrossed the heavens and the earth.
However, even the wildest saber and the sharpest sword could not withstand another aura. As soon as it appeared, it instantly suppressed all the other Supreme Lords, forming an endless column of light in the sky, sweeping over everything.
Clang!
In the blink of an eye, a beam of saber light streaked in from a distance—it was the missing Demon Blade.
What was different, however, was that the once unfathomable Demon Blade was now emanating a sense of yearning and admiration, entering the column of light and landing into a giant hand.
"Old friend, long time no see. Where is the person you were supposed to nurture... Useless, nevermind, from now on, stick with me, and we’ll turn the heavens upside down," said a voice, light yet wildly arrogant.
No one dared to reproach him; some even called out ’leader’ with reverence.
Just as ’Ancestor’ was a taboo, so was ’leader’, a title only one person in the world could wield. For this seemingly ordinary title represented the supreme authority in the path of the blade.
This man was none other than the leader of Blade Slaves Sect, who had brewed the second great terror in the world!
The Daxia Dynasty, Mist Rain Town.
In a quiet courtyard, a black-clad youth rose from his lounging chair, stretching lazily, arms wide. This ordinary gesture caused the sun’s rays that fell into the courtyard to dim significantly.
Surrounding him, endless spiritual energy turned into a storm, engulfing the black-clad youth. Above his head was a gaping hole in the void, within which apocalyptic thunder was brewing.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Half a 2-hour period later, the entire Mist Rain Town was shattered, pocked with pits for a hundred thousand miles around. Fortunately, several years prior, the villages and towns had been abandoned due to irresistible factors, and all the martial artists had evacuated.
"Congratulations to our lord, all hail our lord! With unparalleled talent, our lord is the most radiant through the aeons!"
Yan Zhen, normally poker-faced, was now trembling with excitement.
The black-clad youth, brows thick and covered in blood, waved his hand and smiled, "Although the Heaven King only lived five thousand years, I too would like to witness the elegance of the ancient Supreme Lords. But there’s no rush; during my tribulation earlier, I had some insights that I need to meditate on for a few days."
"Even the ancient Supreme Lords are surely no match for our lord!"
Yan Zhen spoke wholeheartedly.
In an era thought impossible for anyone to become a Supreme Lord, the lord had reached the final step and became a Supreme Lord the moment the world’s tolerance increased. Yan Zhen firmly believed that their lord was second to none!
Life-and-Death Unfounded Cave.
Here, the densest breath of life could be felt as all manner of individuals burst forth from this place.
Some as substantial as stars; others like the Grim Reaper, swirling with a mist of death; some embodying the fusion of yin and yang—all touching upon the Dao, bringing boundless shock to the world of East Victory.
